April 2010
23 posts
Apr 30th
Ride my bike to appointments
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Apr 30th
You too should read gapingvoid
Best thing I’ve read all morning (and most mornings I should add) comes from Hugh MacLeod’s GapingVoid daily cartoon email blast:”But eventually I realized, hey, it wasn’t just me. It conspires against everybody. Knowing this allowed me to not take it personally. Not taking it personally allowed me to act.”  Sent from my iPhone Begin forwarded message: From: Hugh...
Apr 29th
Apr 28th
My "circle and a bird" /via kottke.org
This is a sketch out of my moleskine from last spring when I was thinking up logos for a dictionary site I’ve yet to launch (twitdic.com)… Sent from my iPhone Posted via email from for post(erous)erity | Comment »
Apr 28th
Apr 27th
Tractor pulls + YouTube = hours of fun
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Apr 27th
Oh yes he did!
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Apr 24th
Apr 24th
Life is about climbing up
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Apr 24th
Apr 24th
Scene from a train ride
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Apr 23rd
Apr 23rd
Properly shellacked in the basement dungeon
A honey b66 would suit this bike (and my bottom too for the test ride!) well and match those gorgeous Portugese cork grips. Just sayin’ ;) Sent from my iPhone Posted via email from for post(erous)erity | Comment »
Apr 22nd
Apr 22nd
Tweet Preservation
http://blog.twitter.com/2010/04/tweet-preservation.html People were born (including my son), people died, early tweets are historical. Need to be mined and treasured. Sent from my iPhone Posted via email from for post(erous)erity | Comment »
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Apr 2nd
@evan, 4/1/10 9:21 PM
Evan (@evan) 4/1/10 9:21 PM “Child, I have another wife, another child.” http://bit.ly/heartsneedle Sent with Tweetie No one can tell you why the season will not wait; the night I told you I must leave, you wept a fearful rate to stay up late.
Apr 2nd